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Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Oh my Branson.
I haven't written a post in just over a month.
I'm a loser.
I'll be better. I promise.
I have an excuse though. I took an extended vacation to visit family in Branson with my two little monsters.
Poor Branson. Not only did a tornado knock it around a bit, but there has been quite a bit of building on the strip. Not the good kind. Unless you call a 40 foot chicken wearing an Uncle Sam inspired outfit "good". The strip looks like Dollywood had a garage sale and people were like, "You know what would look great next to the Wax Museum? A giant tower with a fake King Kong on it. YES!"
No. Just no.
Don't get me wrong. I love Branson. I lived near there for several years, and it feels like home. Only, like home after you move out and your parents turn your old bedroom into a game room/tiki bar. Yeah. Like that.
I also rang in my 30th birthday while I was there. Which was fun.
No. It wasn't.
Guess what I did on my 30th birthday? What's that, you say? I threw out my back. Fantastically. Like, couldn't walk, could barely move, sat in a chair all day and not in the fun "palm frond fans" kind of way.
When I turned 25, I suddenly developed acne for about the first time in my life. When I turned 30, my body began to mutiny, and I couldn't walk. I'm sincerely scared of 40. My husband made me go to the doctor, and he adjusted my back and neck. That was terrifying. You know how you turn your head sometimes, and your neck pops, and it's really loud, and you shout like someone shot you even though it didn't really hurt, but just felt really weird? It was kind of like that, times a thousand. He told me to take stronger pain pills though, so it was a win.
Once I could walk again (thank you pain pills) I had a great time visiting family and friends, some that I hadn't seen in years. And then I saw some more people. I visited and visited. By the end of our three weeks there (White Water, Silver Dollar City, a road trip south to visit more family, horseback riding, swimming, etc.) We were all about to drop.
I limped my car home in dire need of new brake pads and ready to sleep in my own bed.
And the very next day, my niece came to visit! I like her though, so I was excited.
She's 19. She's a know it all. And she's hilarious. Plus, she likes my kids, cleaned my kitchen for me, and helped me move furniture. Pretty much the best combo ever.
Oh! And she ran The Color Run with me.
That's right, folks. The first 5k of the year is under my belt, and I didn't throw up or anything.
Also, when I say "ran" what I mean is "walked". We didn't run squat. Remember that part where I turned 30 and my back turned 80? Yeah. I wasn't taking any chances.
I'm a loser.
I'll be better. I promise.
I have an excuse though. I took an extended vacation to visit family in Branson with my two little monsters.
Poor Branson. Not only did a tornado knock it around a bit, but there has been quite a bit of building on the strip. Not the good kind. Unless you call a 40 foot chicken wearing an Uncle Sam inspired outfit "good". The strip looks like Dollywood had a garage sale and people were like, "You know what would look great next to the Wax Museum? A giant tower with a fake King Kong on it. YES!"
No. Just no.
Don't get me wrong. I love Branson. I lived near there for several years, and it feels like home. Only, like home after you move out and your parents turn your old bedroom into a game room/tiki bar. Yeah. Like that.
I also rang in my 30th birthday while I was there. Which was fun.
No. It wasn't.
Guess what I did on my 30th birthday? What's that, you say? I threw out my back. Fantastically. Like, couldn't walk, could barely move, sat in a chair all day and not in the fun "palm frond fans" kind of way.
When I turned 25, I suddenly developed acne for about the first time in my life. When I turned 30, my body began to mutiny, and I couldn't walk. I'm sincerely scared of 40. My husband made me go to the doctor, and he adjusted my back and neck. That was terrifying. You know how you turn your head sometimes, and your neck pops, and it's really loud, and you shout like someone shot you even though it didn't really hurt, but just felt really weird? It was kind of like that, times a thousand. He told me to take stronger pain pills though, so it was a win.
Once I could walk again (thank you pain pills) I had a great time visiting family and friends, some that I hadn't seen in years. And then I saw some more people. I visited and visited. By the end of our three weeks there (White Water, Silver Dollar City, a road trip south to visit more family, horseback riding, swimming, etc.) We were all about to drop.
I limped my car home in dire need of new brake pads and ready to sleep in my own bed.
And the very next day, my niece came to visit! I like her though, so I was excited.
She's 19. She's a know it all. And she's hilarious. Plus, she likes my kids, cleaned my kitchen for me, and helped me move furniture. Pretty much the best combo ever.
Oh! And she ran The Color Run with me.
Isn't she cute?
Also, when I say "ran" what I mean is "walked". We didn't run squat. Remember that part where I turned 30 and my back turned 80? Yeah. I wasn't taking any chances.
We were pretty colorful by the end.
We took the little dude along for the ride. He slept through most of it.
He was actually almost clean at the finish, but then he wanted me to pick him up, and he rubbed his face all over my shirt. Cue grubby baby.
The Color Run was an absolute blast, and I'd definitely recommend it if it comes to your area. It was a great family atmosphere. There were lots of little kids and strollers there, and the little ones really loved it. Plus, the stroller was a great place to stash water bottles and bags of color for the finish.
The little lass did not go with us. She had a birthday party to attend, and a wonderful, amazing friend took her at an unreasonably early hour and kept her most of the day. We saved some color dust for the lass and her friend, and when they got home we let them fling it at each other. Fun was had by all. We will definitely be doing it again next year, and taking the lass with us this time.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Craigslist. Buy my stuff!
I listed a bunch of stuff on Craigslist last month to try and make some extra room around here. I did pretty well, and sold most stuff in the first few weeks. For some reason though, I have only gotten one response on my stroller. It's a nice stroller. I think it's pretty. Maybe I have shitty taste. Here's a picture.
Date: 2012-05-30, 10:42AM CDT
Reply to: snznb-3046622431@sale.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Do you like to stroll? Sure, we all do. But now that you've had a baby, have you discovered that strolling is more complicated? Babies are cumbersome and heavy. Carrying them on long strolls is difficult.
Well, I have just the thing you need. A Graco Quattro Tour Stroller in Windsor print*. It's a lovely gender neutral green color**, so you can stroll with either your baby boy or girl! Despite my using it for strolling for a few years, it's in remarkably good condition! It even comes with a snuggly winter boot attachment so that you can stroll with your baby on cool days! (I won't say winter, because this is Missouri, and the weather here is basically like playing The Price is Right.)
So turn that frown upside down! Stop trying to stroll with your heavy, wiggling baby. Buy this gently used, reasonably priced stroller, and take back your Sunday stroll. (Or Monday, Wednesday.... whatever. Look, I don't care when you like to stroll. It wasn't a commentary on when you like to stroll, simply trying to make it easier for you. No harm done.)
* I had the matching Graco Snugride carseat for this stroller. Well, I still have it, but I won't sell it to you, because that's illegal. However, since I do still have it, I'd be willing and happy to take the cover off of it and give it to you with the stroller if you like. That way, you can get your very own Graco Snugride carseat, and you'll instantly have a matching set! Coordination is important while strolling. Oh, sure, you can just put on a carseat that doesn't match, and you'll be just fine. Until you head out and pass all those other parents with matching sets, and you're there with your mismatched set feeling silly and disjointed. No, they're probably not laughing at you behind your back because your carseat doesn't match. But you will never be sure, and I don't want that for you. Plus, when your new baby pukes and/or craps on your carseat cover, you'll have one to put on while the other one is in the wash. No, they'll puke and/or poop on it. It's only a matter of time. Okay. Fine. Go on believing that. Saying it won't happen won't keep it from happening, but you can stay securely in your bubble of denial a while longer if you like. It's okay. I won't tell.
** Full disclosure? There are a few small faded black spots on one side of the canopy. They're not particularly noticeable unless you're aware that they're there, but I'm aware of it, so I figure you should know too. Hey, I'm just trying to be honest. You see, two year olds are sneaky, and they'll pretend to be napping like little angels, and you'll grab a cup of coffee and sit down to check your e-mail thinking about how sweet and innocent your little darling is. And then you'll hear a bit of noise, and wander into the room to find your sweet baby gone. No, not gone. Hiding in the closet. Then you'll discover that the little turd has discovered a bottle of black craft paint that you don't even remember buying, much less remember putting anywhere near the baby's room. While you were taking a ten minute break under the impression that your cherubic little offspring was dreaming of ponies, she was really dumping that entire bottle of black craft paint on the cream colored carpet of the apartment that you were RENTING and then spreading it all over everything she could touch like a tiny little graffiti tagger. Well, little Banksy junior happened to tag a few discreet spots on this stroller during her little painting party for one. I've included a picture. I'm sure she'd be happy to autograph it for you if you're interested.
I really hope I sell the thing. And if not, at least I amused myself.
P.S. Here's the link to the actual listing if you're local and you need a stroller.
That's the little lass when she was a lot littler.
Anyway, I can't sell this thing to save my life. I even ran out of "renew" options and had to create a new listing.
And I was bored.
Which is never good.
Here's the listing.
Graco Quattro Tour Stroller. Holds baby! Excellent for strolling! - $50 (KC North)
Date: 2012-05-30, 10:42AM CDT
Reply to: snznb-3046622431@sale.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Do you like to stroll? Sure, we all do. But now that you've had a baby, have you discovered that strolling is more complicated? Babies are cumbersome and heavy. Carrying them on long strolls is difficult.
Well, I have just the thing you need. A Graco Quattro Tour Stroller in Windsor print*. It's a lovely gender neutral green color**, so you can stroll with either your baby boy or girl! Despite my using it for strolling for a few years, it's in remarkably good condition! It even comes with a snuggly winter boot attachment so that you can stroll with your baby on cool days! (I won't say winter, because this is Missouri, and the weather here is basically like playing The Price is Right.)
So turn that frown upside down! Stop trying to stroll with your heavy, wiggling baby. Buy this gently used, reasonably priced stroller, and take back your Sunday stroll. (Or Monday, Wednesday.... whatever. Look, I don't care when you like to stroll. It wasn't a commentary on when you like to stroll, simply trying to make it easier for you. No harm done.)
* I had the matching Graco Snugride carseat for this stroller. Well, I still have it, but I won't sell it to you, because that's illegal. However, since I do still have it, I'd be willing and happy to take the cover off of it and give it to you with the stroller if you like. That way, you can get your very own Graco Snugride carseat, and you'll instantly have a matching set! Coordination is important while strolling. Oh, sure, you can just put on a carseat that doesn't match, and you'll be just fine. Until you head out and pass all those other parents with matching sets, and you're there with your mismatched set feeling silly and disjointed. No, they're probably not laughing at you behind your back because your carseat doesn't match. But you will never be sure, and I don't want that for you. Plus, when your new baby pukes and/or craps on your carseat cover, you'll have one to put on while the other one is in the wash. No, they'll puke and/or poop on it. It's only a matter of time. Okay. Fine. Go on believing that. Saying it won't happen won't keep it from happening, but you can stay securely in your bubble of denial a while longer if you like. It's okay. I won't tell.
** Full disclosure? There are a few small faded black spots on one side of the canopy. They're not particularly noticeable unless you're aware that they're there, but I'm aware of it, so I figure you should know too. Hey, I'm just trying to be honest. You see, two year olds are sneaky, and they'll pretend to be napping like little angels, and you'll grab a cup of coffee and sit down to check your e-mail thinking about how sweet and innocent your little darling is. And then you'll hear a bit of noise, and wander into the room to find your sweet baby gone. No, not gone. Hiding in the closet. Then you'll discover that the little turd has discovered a bottle of black craft paint that you don't even remember buying, much less remember putting anywhere near the baby's room. While you were taking a ten minute break under the impression that your cherubic little offspring was dreaming of ponies, she was really dumping that entire bottle of black craft paint on the cream colored carpet of the apartment that you were RENTING and then spreading it all over everything she could touch like a tiny little graffiti tagger. Well, little Banksy junior happened to tag a few discreet spots on this stroller during her little painting party for one. I've included a picture. I'm sure she'd be happy to autograph it for you if you're interested.
I really hope I sell the thing. And if not, at least I amused myself.
P.S. Here's the link to the actual listing if you're local and you need a stroller.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Running! Okay... walking. Slowly.
Okay, deep breath... I'm going to level with you. I'm fat. Not fluffy. Not big boned (okay, well I do have big bones, but not THAT big). Anyway, you know what didn't make me less fat? Getting pregnant and having a baby.
Around two years ago I decided I needed to get in shape before I turned 30 and started running. Well, I started walking. It progressed to jogging, which I call running because it's as close as I've ever gotten. I started a blog then too, Diary Of A Fat White Woman. I set out to run a 5k, and I actually ran a few of them. The highlight was definitely running Mickey's Halloween 5k at Walt Disney World.
About a month after this picture was taken, I got pregnant with the little dude. I stopped running. Cold. I'm not cool enough to run through morning sickness, and my morning sickness lasted until about 25 weeks. By then I was rather pregnant, it was the hottest summer in... ever, and running was just about the last thing I wanted to do. To be honest, all I wanted to do was sit in the air conditioning and eat pie.
Oh, I intended to run. I was all, "Look! A fancy new stroller for to run with!" And then time for actual exercise came, and it always seemed that sleeping in, not getting sweaty and hot, and generally not moving were all more enticing than jiggling in public.
And then I found out about these two really cool races in my area. One is called The Color Run. Basically, you run (or walk) and they throw colored dust on you, so you're kind of tie dyed at the end.
A friend of mine also convinced me to sign up for another race that takes place at night called The Glow Run. Hint - It involves glowsticks. Which sounds AWESOME! So I was like, "Yeah! Those sound great! Sign me up!"
But...um... I haven't run farther than the bathroom in a year and a half. And both races are this summer.
OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?? I'M GOING TO DIE IN FRONT OF A HUGE CROWD OF PEOPLE!
Okay, maybe that's a little melodramatic, but I have to start walking, like, yesterday, or I'm going to be in trouble. Big trouble. Big sweaty trouble.
So, I guess I'll be talking about that here too. Because who is more judgemental than the internet? Answer? No one.
Okay, internet. Fine. I'll start walking. But I won't like it. Not one bit. Because the only "runner's high" I've ever gotten is arriving back in my own driveway at the end and knowing I get to go inside and shower.
And just for the hell of it... my teeny little dude?
Around two years ago I decided I needed to get in shape before I turned 30 and started running. Well, I started walking. It progressed to jogging, which I call running because it's as close as I've ever gotten. I started a blog then too, Diary Of A Fat White Woman. I set out to run a 5k, and I actually ran a few of them. The highlight was definitely running Mickey's Halloween 5k at Walt Disney World.
Look! It's me!
The Castle!!
I didn't even pass out before the end!
About a month after this picture was taken, I got pregnant with the little dude. I stopped running. Cold. I'm not cool enough to run through morning sickness, and my morning sickness lasted until about 25 weeks. By then I was rather pregnant, it was the hottest summer in... ever, and running was just about the last thing I wanted to do. To be honest, all I wanted to do was sit in the air conditioning and eat pie.
Anyway, after the baby came, I didn't run either. Not one step. I mostly just did a lot of this....
Look at my teeny little dude!
Oh, I intended to run. I was all, "Look! A fancy new stroller for to run with!" And then time for actual exercise came, and it always seemed that sleeping in, not getting sweaty and hot, and generally not moving were all more enticing than jiggling in public.
And then I found out about these two really cool races in my area. One is called The Color Run. Basically, you run (or walk) and they throw colored dust on you, so you're kind of tie dyed at the end.
Here's a promotional picture.
Doesn't that look fun? And messy? But mostly fun? I probably won't rock the beard, but that guy totally owns it!
A friend of mine also convinced me to sign up for another race that takes place at night called The Glow Run. Hint - It involves glowsticks. Which sounds AWESOME! So I was like, "Yeah! Those sound great! Sign me up!"
But...um... I haven't run farther than the bathroom in a year and a half. And both races are this summer.
OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?? I'M GOING TO DIE IN FRONT OF A HUGE CROWD OF PEOPLE!
Okay, maybe that's a little melodramatic, but I have to start walking, like, yesterday, or I'm going to be in trouble. Big trouble. Big sweaty trouble.
So, I guess I'll be talking about that here too. Because who is more judgemental than the internet? Answer? No one.
Okay, internet. Fine. I'll start walking. But I won't like it. Not one bit. Because the only "runner's high" I've ever gotten is arriving back in my own driveway at the end and knowing I get to go inside and shower.
And just for the hell of it... my teeny little dude?
He's less teeny now.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Home School
So, since I'm constantly thinking about it (aka "driving my husband nuts") I'm going to talk about the home school plan here.
Let me start by saying that I don't have any major issues with public or private schooling. Our little lass went to kindergarten at our local public school and had a great year! We packed her up on the first day of school and sent her on her way with lots of hugs, kisses, and of course, pictures.
Although it started off great, by the end of the year our girl was pretty burned out. Long days were pretty rough on her, and I was worried that we were going to end up with her not liking school. I mean, I got to where I didn't like school much either, but not in kindergarten.
That was something in the back of my mind, but it wasn't the catalyst for us deciding to bring her home for first grade. Mostly we decided to bring her home because my husband is going to be taking a sabbatical from work in the next year or so, and he can't take it during regular school breaks. We'd like to do something like a big road trip and see lots of sights. We can't very well take her out of school for a month and drive off into the sunset. That's where our little idea was born.
After talking it over with her school I came to a few conclusions.
1. They were supportive of our idea, and were excited for her opportunity to see and learn things they couldn't provide.
2. I had (have?) done enough research and am enthusiastic enough that her education potential here at home is pretty great.
3. Even I can't screw up first grade too badly.
So, naturally the first thing I did was take to the internet to find out how to go about doing this thing I wanted to do. Full disclosure? I was home schooled for one year in high school when we moved from one state to another, and it was awesome. My mom just bought the whole grade level for me from Abeka books, and we waded in together. I learned a lot that year, not just from the books, but about myself. It gave me a lot of confidence.
I set out intending to do the same thing with the little lass. I looked at the Abeka website, and was all ready to order and start digging through supplies. But, as is my nature, I dug further in an attempt to make things easier on myself by completely overloading on every bit of home schooling information I could find. I happened upon a post in the Homeschool section of Pioneer Woman's blog where guest blogger Heather Sanders was talking about the program she uses. (Here's a link to the original post) It's a literature based curriculum, which means all real books. No textbooks. I felt like my dog when he's confused. Rrrrrr? (head cocked to the side, total confusion). What is this trickery?
It's a company called Sonlight. As soon as I looked at the website I was hooked. Just look at all the books!! Ohhhh.... The thing that excited me the most though was the Instructor's Guide. It's basically a daily schedule and script that walks you through each day of the curriculum. As someone who is new to all of this, and a little nervous, that sounded fantastic.
It is more expensive than some other programs, largely because it comes with so many books. My husband and I talked about it for quite a while before we decided to go for it. They do offer a payment plan, which is very helpful!
I ordered Core B, which comes with all those books(!) and the accompanying instructor's guide, along with all the student pages. I also ordered the matching Science B, which comes with another instructor's guide (woo hoo!) and all the items we'll need to perform all of the experiments for the year.
I ordered Saxon math, which seems to be either a love or hate thing. I used Saxon when I home schooled, and I learned a tremendous amount from it. It uses a lot of manipulatives in the younger years, so I ordered those too.
I also added an additional spelling program called All About Spelling, and an art program called ARTistic Pursuits (again, I added the package with all of the art supplies you need for the lessons in the book).
When it all came in the mail, we were pretty excited. The little lass was pretty intrigued with all of those books, but I really think she was most excited about the math manipulatives. She couldn't wait to get into that box.
We unloaded everything and set it out to admire it all...
I added in a map with markers to go on the wall, and a few extra books that I thought she'd enjoy. They even included a free gift! (The tote... the baby we already had.)
Now we have it all organized into our little school corner. Doesn't it look tidy?
We'll see how long that lasts. I've still got several more things to order from a few other companies, and I'll update as those come in. I'll also update as we get our room pulled together, and of course on how things are going as we start to use our materials.
Let me start by saying that I don't have any major issues with public or private schooling. Our little lass went to kindergarten at our local public school and had a great year! We packed her up on the first day of school and sent her on her way with lots of hugs, kisses, and of course, pictures.
Although it started off great, by the end of the year our girl was pretty burned out. Long days were pretty rough on her, and I was worried that we were going to end up with her not liking school. I mean, I got to where I didn't like school much either, but not in kindergarten.
That was something in the back of my mind, but it wasn't the catalyst for us deciding to bring her home for first grade. Mostly we decided to bring her home because my husband is going to be taking a sabbatical from work in the next year or so, and he can't take it during regular school breaks. We'd like to do something like a big road trip and see lots of sights. We can't very well take her out of school for a month and drive off into the sunset. That's where our little idea was born.
After talking it over with her school I came to a few conclusions.
1. They were supportive of our idea, and were excited for her opportunity to see and learn things they couldn't provide.
2. I had (have?) done enough research and am enthusiastic enough that her education potential here at home is pretty great.
3. Even I can't screw up first grade too badly.
So, naturally the first thing I did was take to the internet to find out how to go about doing this thing I wanted to do. Full disclosure? I was home schooled for one year in high school when we moved from one state to another, and it was awesome. My mom just bought the whole grade level for me from Abeka books, and we waded in together. I learned a lot that year, not just from the books, but about myself. It gave me a lot of confidence.
I set out intending to do the same thing with the little lass. I looked at the Abeka website, and was all ready to order and start digging through supplies. But, as is my nature, I dug further in an attempt to make things easier on myself by completely overloading on every bit of home schooling information I could find. I happened upon a post in the Homeschool section of Pioneer Woman's blog where guest blogger Heather Sanders was talking about the program she uses. (Here's a link to the original post) It's a literature based curriculum, which means all real books. No textbooks. I felt like my dog when he's confused. Rrrrrr? (head cocked to the side, total confusion). What is this trickery?
It's a company called Sonlight. As soon as I looked at the website I was hooked. Just look at all the books!! Ohhhh.... The thing that excited me the most though was the Instructor's Guide. It's basically a daily schedule and script that walks you through each day of the curriculum. As someone who is new to all of this, and a little nervous, that sounded fantastic.
It is more expensive than some other programs, largely because it comes with so many books. My husband and I talked about it for quite a while before we decided to go for it. They do offer a payment plan, which is very helpful!
I ordered Core B, which comes with all those books(!) and the accompanying instructor's guide, along with all the student pages. I also ordered the matching Science B, which comes with another instructor's guide (woo hoo!) and all the items we'll need to perform all of the experiments for the year.
I ordered Saxon math, which seems to be either a love or hate thing. I used Saxon when I home schooled, and I learned a tremendous amount from it. It uses a lot of manipulatives in the younger years, so I ordered those too.
I also added an additional spelling program called All About Spelling, and an art program called ARTistic Pursuits (again, I added the package with all of the art supplies you need for the lessons in the book).
When it all came in the mail, we were pretty excited. The little lass was pretty intrigued with all of those books, but I really think she was most excited about the math manipulatives. She couldn't wait to get into that box.
We unloaded everything and set it out to admire it all...
I added in a map with markers to go on the wall, and a few extra books that I thought she'd enjoy. They even included a free gift! (The tote... the baby we already had.)
Now we have it all organized into our little school corner. Doesn't it look tidy?
We'll see how long that lasts. I've still got several more things to order from a few other companies, and I'll update as those come in. I'll also update as we get our room pulled together, and of course on how things are going as we start to use our materials.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Beginnings
This is me. My name is Brooke, and I'm 29. No really. Only for a few more weeks, but I'm taking it. That's my daughter. She's six years old, and a live wire. She keeps us on our toes. We've decided to remove her from public school and home school her for a bit. I'm excited, and terrified. It's going to be an adventure.
"We" is me and my husband, Adam. We've been married for almost 8 years, but we've been together for 12. We were high school sweethearts, and we've pretty much grown up together. This is us...
Last August we added a new little man to our family.
So, to finish, we have two dogs and three cats. Our house is a little nuts, and I am forever fighting animal hair and general kid grubbiness. I like to cook, but my family is pretty picky, so it's generally an effort in futility. I keep making the effort though.
I guess this blog is going to be a little bit of everything until I find my focus. I'm overweight, and determined to get healthy for myself and for my family. I had just discovered and started to enjoy running when I got pregnant with the little man, and I'm just now getting back out there and easing back into it. Slowly. So very slowly. I'm signed up for two 5K races this summer, so I have to get back in shape at least enough not to pass out in front of a crowd of people.
Oh, and I curse too much. So if that offends you, you'd probably better jump ship now.
My brain is also a little disjointed. I'm pretty sure it's from having children. They never let you finish a thought, and then when you finally have the opportunity to finish a thought, you can't remember how.
Anyway, I get off subject sometimes and have to remember what I started out to do. Like now.... Oh yeah, figuring out my mission.
I just figured it out. I don't have one yet. We'll just agree to let that develop organically, okay? Okay.
So I hope you'll join me as I figure out how to home school a rambunctious and ornery 6 year old, while trying to navigate a baby and 5 pets, and not have my house melt down in the process. Oh, and while I'm trying to lose weight, budget our finances, and generally not fall on my face on a day to day basis.
Thank you Lord for this day. And alcohol. Amen.
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